Serena’s pov
Damien smirked, tightening his grip around my waist as his free hand tilted my chin upwards, his grip firm but not painful. The scent of blood clung to him, thick and suffocating, mingling with the sharp smell of leather. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, smearing blood in its wake. I shivered, my breath coming in shallow gasps.
His sea-blue eyes darkened, something unreadable flickering in their depths as he took in the sight of me, lips painted in blood, trapped beneath his touch.
A slow smirk curled his lips.
“Serena” he murmured, voice rough with something dangerously close to hunger.
Before I could react, his mouth was on mine.
It was not gentle. It was fire, raw and consuming, his lips claiming me with a force that left no room for refusal. His teeth gr
